forum 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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(M hastily: I wasn’t saying I didn’t like it!)

M nodded a bit, grabbing his shirt and jacket. “I’ll be out in a second.” He smiled a bit in response, putting on his shirt again.

(Lol.)

“Sure. I’m just going to go look around then. Let me know when you’re ready,” Alison said as she stepped out the door.

“Okay,” M called back softly, fitting his jacket carefully over his arms. He turned to the shirts his wife selected, nosing through them intently. He found a couple whiteish-blue ones he liked but with a different style of shirt. He decided he’d give those a try. He grabbed all of the whites and to throw change in the wind, a black one.

Alison hummed softly to herself as she browsed the store. She liked to look at the colors and styles, even if she wasn’t going to be getting anything.

M walked softly from the dressing rooms, glancing around for Alison. He spotted her a bit away and bobbed over, nudging her when he reached her side.
“I am ready.”

Alison glanced up at him and smiled. “Great! Now we just have to bring everything up to the front desk. Can I see what you chose?”

M grinned faintly and glanced over at the desk. “Oh. Here.” He lifted each of them up, a good portion of them stringed on his long fingers.

“Ooh, these are nice,” Alison hummed approvingly. “Good choices, darling.”

M smiled a bit, putting them back together. “Thank you. Should we go up, then?”

Alison nodded and smiled up at him. “We should, yes. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get home, right?” she said as she started toward the front desk.

Graci laughed softly with him, her eyes half-closed in her amusement. “You are being nice. But alas, you are wrong.” She winked at him.

Jericho dared not guess again. There were very few rules that he would break when it came to women. This was not one of them. "Why don't you just tell me, my lady?" He said leaning towards her and letting a seductive smile trace along his features.

M started after her intently, shifting his shoulders around as they walked. He didn’t want to meet up with that suspicious cashier guy at the front. But as they neared the desk, he knew, unfortunately, he’d have to deal with him.

Graci didn’t move back away from Jericho. She seemed to be mildly interested in him instead.
“Hmmm… I don’t think you’d like it if I did.”

He leaned a bit closer instead, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared deeply into her own. "Why's that?" Jericho asked.

Graci set her cup down, leaning forward just a smidge so their noses were touching.
“Mmm… I’m quite old…”

Jericho almost jerked back at the sudden touch. The zing that traveled from her body to his was powerful enough to knock anyone to their knees, but he stayed where he was. The only reaction he allowed was a slight widening of his eyes. "Aren't we all?" he murmured. He knew that if he spoke any louder his voice would have broken.

M started after her intently, shifting his shoulders around as they walked. He didn’t want to meet up with that suspicious cashier guy at the front. But as they neared the desk, he knew, unfortunately, he’d have to deal with him.

Alison reaches the desk and glanced around for someone to help them. Not seeing anyone, she glanced down at the desk and looked for a bell. Of course there wasn’t one…

“Excuse me,” she called, glancing around again. Maybe there was someone nearby that could help.

Graci smiled warmly at his dilemma. She could smell the emotions coming from them like a burning piece of plastic…
“Not quite as old as I.”

M frowned a bit and looked around. He had a bad feeling about having his back turned away from the sales floor. What if something happened again?

Well, he was right to worry. This time that salesclerk had snuck up on him and poked him.

M jumped like, ten feet in the air with a yelp, turning to the clerk.

Alison spun around at M’s yelp and saw the salesclerk behind him. She chuckled a bit and looked back at her husband with an amused smile.

“Hi. We have my husband’s measurements and choices all ready,” she told the man, giving him a polite smile.

M scooted behind his wife, easily looking over her head, though he was trying to hide behind her.

The saleclerk laughed softly and accepted his things. “Wonderful! We’ll have your shirts in as soon as we can.”

“Thank you. Should I leave a number so you can call?” Alison asked.

The salesclerk shook his head. “Nah. We’ll reach y’all somehow.”

Alison hummed a bit and nodded. “Sure. All right. Thanks, again,” she said before turning to M with a smile. “You ready, dear?”

M put his hands together nervously. “Yes, Alison, I am. Should we go back home?”

“That sounds fine. Otherwise we could go out, maybe?” Alison suggested, grinning up at him.

M smiled a bit, twiddling his thumbs. “That sounds nice, going out. Where should we go?”